• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Technocracy - Corrosion Of Conformity
• Technocracy - Liquid Divine
• Technocracy - Out Of Tune

This ecological atrocity finally
Caves in on itself...perhaps it's
All for the better
Lock your doors and say goodnight
As toxins leach out of sight
We're living in the new age
Of electronic security
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending some laws
Living in fear making something
Of yourself is making fifty grand
A year
The technology that spawned
Our every convenience
Creating more and more poison
Pledge of toxic allegience
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending laws
All American clones
On and on their sermon drones
Rabbit at your career
It goes on all around you
Part of this insanity
Working for the technocracy
Technocracy probable cause
Technocracy bending some laws
There are limits to
Growth on this planet but
There is no limit to your
Green or potential to
Exploit...the end of
Suffering or just an

without an aim we stagger throught a span of time called
life
we learn to be replaceable, we learn to stand alone
we use to hope for better times to burn infected wounds
we learn to act adaptable, we learn to fear the change
afraid of my intentions, I know you grasp for air
now everything´s collapsing, protect me if you can
nothing´s like it seems to be, it´s all about technocracy
I wonder ´bout your way of life, we´re closer to the end
we cross the swords to fall from grace, we don´t give
anything away
we deal with words just to impress, we like to hurt and
to forgive
we try to handle any loss, we´re really narrow-minded
we´re moving on in circles, the hunt is on my dear
chorus
we really don´t know where to go, at least we´re going
down
we listen to the madman´s speech of all the things to
come
we suffer from the happy end, we fall asleep, we dream
we take it all away, we act like figures on the screen

I'm feeling something creeping up my spine
that just needs to be said
it might be something fucking up my mind
things I recently ate
What it is nobody really knows
All I know I'm about to explode
The corn was glowing the corn was green
spliced genes spliced genes
Vomit vomit vomit vomit
I'm picking up encouragements to violence
straight into my head
It might be christian talk radio
transmitted to my teeth
Radio frequency ID's controlling my mind
implanted on my neck
Turns out mr. Orwell, after all
was quite an optimist
What they are only scientists know
their only function is to control
I'm a number and I'm a barcode